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Permanent fixed human toilet final chapter
🕑 Added 2024-12-13 07:26:10 +0000 UTCHe had just swallowed everything and was able to catch his breath when a completely new event set in, although he had thought he had gone through everything he could have gone through. First an enormous pressure forced the air into him, causing his lungs and stomach to inflate briefly to the limit, and almost at the same second he felt a suction that he simply could not withstand. It sucked his lungs dry the first time and with great effort he somehow managed to keep his stomach tight. However he managed it.
Then there was a brief silence. Fear spread through him and rightly so.
Irene had slipped a little above with the plunger and used it again, this time correctly, and then it started.
At the same moment, every cell in his body began to rebel. After the second suck, he gagged up something and immediately had a mixture of the disgusting taste in his mouth. Irene continued to pump wildly upstairs and he couldn't help but give in to it all. The entire contents of his stomach were pushed up again in sheer disgust, which looked to Irene as if she had loosened the dirt in the pipe and pulled the plunger up again. It filled up for her briefly and then the dirty water seeped down again. She could still make out a cigarette filter, which made her think of her craving. She immediately grabbed a cigarette, but still held on to the plunger. Underneath was
absolute state of emergency. This event had stopped as quickly as it had come, but his stomach was empty and everything was back on top of him and he had to swallow everything again with great difficulty breathing, and it didn't stop.
Disgust and the urge to retch gave way to the will to survive, which was somehow subconsciously so strong in him that he simply could not give in.
He swallowed as quickly as he could and wanted to breathe in oxygen again. Shortness of breath was such an enormous torture. It was impossible to breathe without swallowing.
Then, after his stomach was full to bursting point, he finally breathed again. As soon as he had inhaled, Irene was back in charge in the bathroom. Without knowing what she was doing to him down there, she was back with the fag in her mouth and puffed away again for good measure. This time much harder and longer. Even when he had thrown up the contents of his stomach again, for the second time, she started again and continued. Afterwards, she looked down with satisfaction at how quickly everything was going. Somehow it didn't sound like the gurgling of a pipe, but more like a smacking sound, she thought to herself.
She was surprised by the toilet construction in general. There was no flush, but she had been prepared for that. She didn't question it and would never have thought that someone had installed the drain pipe under the toilet.
With the fag still in her mouth, she felt a slight pressure in her bowels, so Irene sat back down on the toilet seat. She somehow managed to fit her little sausage down his throat just as he had all the dirt in his stomach for the third time. He was now simply full to the brim and exhausted beyond belief.
After wiping it off, the cigarette butt was disposed of in it and Irene went to bed.
One of the most terrible days in his life came to an end for the victim, although he knew neither the time of day nor anything else about it.
In the time that followed, while the girls were still on vacation, Irene and some of her friends used the toilet again and again without any restrictions. The lack of a bathroom waste garbage can meant that everything else ended up in it. The damp toilet paper also caused a lot more effort for him, but there was still no hope of improvement. As luck would have it, Irene got her period and she was a very heavy bleeder. She also disposed of her heavily soaked tampon in him and continued to torture him several times a day. She also used the toilet as often as she could and avoided going to the toilet in other places.
However, the girls' vacation eventually came to an end and the only one who even thought of his existence again, of course only when she urinated over him again for the first time, was Kelly.
Somehow the absence of the vacation had affected her. Although it had always made her extremely horny to torture and use him, the feeling was almost gone. In the days that followed, Kelly increasingly realized that she didn't really care about the guy and the attraction of the whole thing had disappeared. As a result, Kelly continued to go about her normal life and, just like in Nadine's head, he was increasingly forgotten. More and more time passed in which they enjoyed their lives and made his life more and more unknowingly hell.
After a while, Nadine had bought a garbage can for the bathroom and put it far away from the toilet. Once she almost threw a razor blade into the toilet and then thought about it again.
him. She put the bathroom waste garbage can there for just this kind of waste.
More time passed and Kelly, Nadine's best friend, moved into the apartment. They shared this gruesome secret and were almost inseparable. Any physical waste ended up in him without thinking about him. During Nadine's final exams, she spent whole nights shitting herself in him out of sheer excitement. During her periods, tampons ended up in him, tissues during her illnesses, her diarrhea, the excrement of her friends and relatives, simply everything.
Nadine even forgot about him to the extent that she stopped buying new vitamin pills and simply stopped supplying him with them. As time went on, he got worse and worse and his physical condition deteriorated considerably, but his digestion continued to function without any problems. After more than a year, his body had adjusted to it, even if he didn't want to.
He would probably be completely blind by now anyway and would no longer have the strength to move an arm or a leg. But contrary to all logic, he simply didn't die.
At some point, Nadine found a boyfriend and a new job. So she moved out of the apartment and Kelly was alone in the apartment. She continued to enjoy partying with her girls and they all enjoyed a good life. During short vacations, Kelly let a friend stay in the apartment and nothing improved for him down there. Months and even years passed and not a single day went by without him wishing he was dead. The initial pleasure of the torture became a simple habit for Kelly. She began to use multi-layer toilet paper and disposed of things in the toilet that were not normally disposed of there. The contents of the vacuum cleaner bin often ended up in it. After a year or two, she didn't even remember him or the harm she did to him. It absolutely got into the back of her mind that there really was someone down there who had to digest everything. So it happened again and again during the extensive celebrations that he had more than just a few near-death experiences. However, nothing happened on purpose anymore. It just happened without any thought behind it. It became a normal toilet for her and she even invited her few lovers over at some point and let these guys use the toilet. She had no luck with men and, despite her good looks, was not a relationship person, so there was no question of her moving in with a guy, let alone getting into anything long-term.
As time went on, Kelly also successfully completed her studies and after about 4 years of his imprisonment, it was up for debate whether she should move out or not. It would be a significant step forward for her, as Kelly could also get a new job a little further away.
After a conversation with Nadine, who still owned the apartment, Kelly decided to move out without further ado. She didn't even care what would become of him. Even Nadine didn't care what happened to him.
She advertised the apartment while Kelly was still living there and after a short time, she already had the first viewing appointments.
Last but not least, Nadine remembered his wish. He had originally wanted to be her toilet and, after more than four years, was probably still convinced that she would live here, even if not alone. She couldn't help but smile at this thought. It was indeed her toilet, but she didn't give a shit. Her toilet was used by whoever she wanted.
She gave the apartment to a single mother who had been unemployed for a long time. She had apparently been pregnant for the first time at 15 and was now just over 30.
With her two young teenage daughters, she was able to move into the apartment straight after Kelly moved out. The only thing Nadine took care of herself was explaining how the toilet worked. She made it clear to the not exactly clever young mother that they couldn't dispose of everything in the toilet and told her something about biomechanics and she swallowed it.
She took the opportunity to shit on him again and left the house for good. She felt no remorse, not a single bit of pity or anything else.
Nadine left the apartment in the hands of these three ladies, who would have their way with him in the future without having the slightest idea who they were inflicting such unspeakable suffering on.
Epilogue:
8 years after installation:
As so often, I was torn out of a twilight-like dreamless sleep and my throat was quickly filled with piss. A few poop sausages followed shortly afterwards. After an initial disgust and a brief gag reflex, I forced the mass of excrement down my throat, when shortly afterwards another gush of piss landed in me and more poo sausages had to be swallowed. Just as I had swallowed everything, a cigarette butt followed.
Mentally numb by now, I swallowed this one too, as I went for the easiest thing with my tongue. I carried the harmless tasting food into my stomach and prepared myself for my next duty. I had lost my sense of time ages ago, and I was also completely resigned. Memories of my previous life were extremely vague. I no longer knew what a human voice sounded like and no longer remembered the simplest food. There was only garbage and excrement for me.
Was I sad? I can't say for sure. I was emotionally numb and had given in to my situation for a long time. I saw no hope and was completely mentally destroyed. Nadine continued to use me without mercy, along with whoever else. I was simply the drain under her toilet. During the uses I tried to swallow as fast as I could just to escape the disgust, because despite the neglect of my mind, my sense of taste as well as the repulsiveness always remained. Every drop of piss, every piece of shit disgusted me and made me desperate.
Nobody would ever get me out of here and so I didn't indulge in anything in the time between uses. I just lay there and waited for a use, which I then wanted to get over with as quickly as possible. I had become a pure mechanic in the floor, only I suffered from every process...
About 13 years after installation, while it was still doing its job:
Nadine sat on her laptop on the couch and read an e-mail from the mother who lived in the apartment with her now three daughters (she had had another child).
She still lived there because Nadine kept the rent extremely low. "Dear landlady,
We have been having problems with our toilet for a few months now. Although it saves a lot of water to have the toilet with its technology, it is not very efficient. My daughters often have friends over and it's often the case that when several of us go to the toilet in a row, our waste doesn't run out very quickly and we have to help from time to time. The girls don't mind so much, but I usually help myself by throwing in some toilet paper and pushing it firmly down the drain with the toilet brush. My sister is also living here temporarily at the moment and she has already noticed it. It won't change in the near future because my girls have a lot of visitors and next month will be their birthdays, so we'll be holding a few small celebrations here. It would be nice if the toilet could drain faster. Can't something be done about that?"
Nadine's grin widened as she read this. At the end of the email, she forwarded it to Kelly, closed the laptop with the thought that she wouldn't respond and went into the bedroom. She really needed it now and let her husband spoil her properly...
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